Triss hadn’t slept well ever since her mother had moved to the infirmary. She wasn’t in the family den, either. Her siblings were strangers to her, and perhaps a part of her resented how their arrival came shortly after her mother had distanced herself from them - from her. Her and Widow had been a duo against the world for so long, that anything different just felt… strange to her.
She rose in the night from her little solo den, and was heading out to get some water when she caught her mothers den. Surprise, and a touch of home jumped in her chest. Was Widow out of the infirmary? A little shyly, as if she didn’t know what to say to her mother anymore, she crept forward. Instead of speaking, she lay down beside Widow, nudging with her nose to move her mothers paw, and crawled under it. Even now, a yearling, she fit so easily under her mothers paw.
